C F C G C A#
the old rocker wore his hair too long ,
Am Dm G
wore his trouser cuffs too tight .
C F C G C A#
unfashionable to the end – – –
Am Dm G
drank his ale too light .
G C G D G F
death’s head belt buckle – – – yesterday’s dreams – – –
Em Am D
the transport caf’ prophet of doom .
G C G D G F
ringing no change in his double – sewn seams in his
Em Am D
post – war – babe gloom .
D# F A# C F A# F D# A Dm
now he’s too old to rock’n’roll but he’s too young to die .
D# F A# C F A# F D# A# F
yes he was too old to rock’n’roll but he’s too young to die .
rest the same
he once owned a harley davidson and a triumph bonneville .
counted his friends in burned – out spark plugs
and prays that he always will .
but he’s the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time :
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line .
and some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do’s .
for drinks on a sunday – – – work on monday .
they’ve thrown away their blue suede shoes .
now they’re too old to rock’n’roll and they’re too young to die .
so the old rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave .
up on the A1 by scotch corner
just like it used to be .
and as he flies – – – tears in his eyes – – –
his wind – whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake .
and he was too old to rock’n’roll but he was too young to die .
no , you’re never too old to rock’n’roll if you’re too young to die .
words and music by ian anderson
transcription by paco jimenez ( spain )
all corrections are welcome
archivel@teleline . es
C F C G C A#
the old rocker wore his hair too long ,
Am Dm G
wore his trouser cuffs too tight .
C F C G C A#
unfashionable to the end – – –
Am Dm G
drank his ale too light .
G C G D G F
death’s head belt buckle – – – yesterday’s dreams – – –
Em Am D
the transport caf’ prophet of doom .
G C G D G F
ringing no change in his double – sewn seams in his
Em Am D
post – war – babe gloom .
D# F A# C F A# F D# A Dm
now he’s too old to rock’n’roll but he’s too young to die .
D# F A# C F A# F D# A# F
yes he was too old to rock’n’roll but he’s too young to die .
rest the same
he once owned a harley davidson and a triumph bonneville .
counted his friends in burned – out spark plugs
and prays that he always will .
but he’s the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time :
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line .
and some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do’s .
for drinks on a sunday – – – work on monday .
they’ve thrown away their blue suede shoes .
now they’re too old to rock’n’roll and they’re too young to die .
so the old rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave .
up on the A1 by scotch corner
just like it used to be .
and as he flies – – – tears in his eyes – – –
his wind – whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake .
and he was too old to rock’n’roll but he was too young to die .
no , you’re never too old to rock’n’roll if you’re too young to die .
words and music by ian anderson
transcription by paco jimenez ( spain )
all corrections are welcome
archivel@teleline . es
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